Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu obliquely looked at the paper full of black characters, as if he was afraid of missing something, and read the contents of this A4 paper over and over again.

When you see the plan and content above.

His calloused fingers instantly tightened the paper, revealing the hideous tendons on the back of his hand and the white gauze on his wrist.

A moment later.

Wu Xian took a deep breath with some depression, closed his eyes fiercely, and the expression on his face was self-deprecating and a deep sense of powerlessness.

year.

For a whole year.

So many people have replaced their original people one after another over the course of a year, sticking in their ranks with that familiar human skin.

is obviously an outsider, but in the past two years, whether it is him, the little brother or the fat man, or those team members, no one has noticed the slightest mistake.

It wasn't until the later action, when their own people were almost wiped out, that those people showed a trace of ......

At this moment, Wu Xian suddenly felt very broken, a deep sense of suffocation, which pressed on his heart.

Wu Xian felt that they had done so many things and set so many elaborate traps, and in the end it was like a joke.

For two whole years, no matter which step they took, they fell step by step and went deep into the quagmire.

They are like clowns jumping off the beam, bringing humiliation on themselves in front of the enemy.

Wu Xian's instinctive reaction was to tear up this piece of paper, which was obviously white and black, but seemed to be as red as blood.

But the only reason left in his mind forcibly suppressed this thought.

Even if they tore this piece of paper, those people in their team would not come back, everything would be useless.

Wu Xian took a deep breath and adjusted his mood that was about to collapse.

His fingers, which were trembling a little from suppressed emotion, pressed the paper on the table with a slight weight.

Wu Xian's series of actions were all caught in the eyes of Wu Sanxing on the opposite side.

In this small space, the atmosphere between the two is inexplicably silent.

This heavy atmosphere is in stark contrast to the lively crowd around it.

It was as if this space had been cut apart, and there was an inexplicable feeling of unreality.

I don't know how long it took, the foam of the beer had disappeared, the steaming hard dishes had cooled down, and the crowd around them was gradually decreasing.

Wu leaned back slightly, leaned back in his chair, put his arms on his legs casually, crossed his hands, and the expression on his face changed from confused to firm and sharp.

The breeze blew through the hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes that had gone through a lot of things in a short period of time, and had gradually changed from clear to mature.

He looked up at Wu Sanxing, who no longer knew how many cigarettes he had smoked in front of him, and his voice was hoarse after experiencing great emotions:

"Third uncle, the fact that they can come in so many people this time shows that among our people, there are still hidden rats, and the age of this rat should not be small." "

Well, your second uncle has already gone to check.

Wu Sanxing's eyes flashed, and he also half-leaned on the wooden chair, biting the cigarette butt shallowly, in the misty smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly spit out a smoke ring:

"In the past two days, their movements have been a bit big, and the second child has noticed an old man who is quite prestigious in the circle, and this person's movements and conversations are a little abnormal compared to their usual behavior.

Wu Xian frowned and nodded, and asked with some anxiety: "Third uncle, are you sure?" Wu

Sanxing laughed when he heard this, reached out and threw the cigarette tail that had burned to the ground on the side of his mouth, and raised his foot to extinguish it.

Then, he slowly exhaled the smoke, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"Your second uncle is a strict and strange officer, are you still not at ease?"

Wu Xian heard his third uncle's precise complaint to the second uncle, even though he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he still couldn't help but chuckle.

Since ancient times, there has been a famous saying among brothers:

the big ones are afraid of the small, and the small ones are afraid of the big ones.

There is a scientific basis for this statement.

Because when children are naughty and do bad things when they are young, parents may feel sorry for their children and can't bear to do it.

But my brothers and sisters won't, they'll really fight.

Don't look at his third uncle, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, he is ruthless and decisive when he encounters problems.

And in their circle, everyone said that he was the third uncle, like a mad dog.

As long as he encounters someone who makes him bark, he will bite that person to death.

No matter how much the man pleaded, he had to bite off a piece of flesh from the man.

But.

No matter how crazy and ruthless a person is, there are obstacles that he can't cross.

As long as the second uncle of his own family has a look, the mad dog of the third uncle can instantly transform into a submissive kitten.

As long as the second uncle coughs, the fur on the little kitten's body can be exploded, the tail has to be clamped, and even the calves have to be quietly moved, for fear of making a little noise.

The perfect response to a sentence comes from the suppression of blood.

But...... As for his second uncle's faint face with the majestic aura of the superior, no matter who comes, he has to tremble three times.

Wu Xian thought of his second uncle's face, and his neck shrank almost subconsciously.

He looked at his cocked Erlang legs, silently put them down, and his back, which was originally a little relaxed, also straightened up.

And as soon as he finished this series of movements, he saw that the original arrogant sitting posture of the third uncle in front of him was also slightly adjusted.

Although it is still a bit hanging, at least it can be eye-catching.

Wu Sanxing just involuntarily adjusted his sitting posture, and as soon as he raised his head, he met his nephew's eyes that were as black and round as the second dog, pure and a little silly.

It's just that at this time, the dog-like eyes revealed a trace of stupid cunning.

Wu Sanxing squinted his eyes and sighed in his heart.

What does this stinky boy think? Why are his eyes so strange? In line with the nature of not being too lazy to guess, he directly raised his leg and kicked Wu Xian, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and asked in a lazy tone:

"I said what do you want to be a stinky boy? Why are your eyes so damn ill-intentioned?"

Wu Xian's thought in his mind was interrupted, and he couldn't help coughing when he saw his third uncle staring at him suspiciously

"Ahem, I didn't think about anything, come on, come on, the third uncle eat quickly, otherwise the dishes will be cold." As

he spoke, he sandwiched a full of steamed pork ribs with chopsticks for Wu Sanxing, trying to change the topic.

A look on the face of what bad intentions a dog can have.

Wu Sanxing looked at the innocent expression on Wu Xian's face, twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and didn't say anything in the end.

But he thought a little puzzled in his heart:

"How do you feel that since the second child agreed to this stinky boy to join the team, this kid's skin has become thicker and thicker?

But don't look at Wu Sanxing's superficial dislike for Wu Xian's series of confessional actions, but in fact, he is still very satisfied in his heart.

After all, those who do their job don't have a bit of shameless qualities, so they really can't be mixed up for long.

Wu Sanxing looked at his family two years ago when he was a pure-faced, silly, optimistic and cheerful college student.

Now when he talks about these despicable and dirty things, he doesn't blink his eyes, and sighs helplessly in his heart.

Maybe he didn't even think that Xiao Ling could live this life happily in order to make Xiao Ling carefree and clean.

You can willingly enter this sludge and muddy water, and the miasma of black smoke and miasma.

In two years, a clean and clear-eyed college student has become a "chess piece" full of filth and gloomy eyes.

"Click-"

A short, small click sounded.

While thinking about it, Wu Sanxing Xi used to use matches to light the cigarette in his mouth.

Then he exhaled slowly, slowly shook the wooden stick with a little flame in his hand, and let it be thrown into the trash can next to him.

Through the hazy smoke, Wu Sanxing raised his eyes to look at Wu Xian in front of him, with a deep distress and a trace of helplessness about the ups and downs of fate.